After The Egg Comes Sunshine And Morei)I flip the memory, over and over. The easy lesson of eggs.Poached, Grandma used to make. A white blob, strugglingto stay afloat. Squiggly tentacles paddling anxiously in simmeringocean. Pathetic, to some people. How its tiny trauma bubbles, splashing onto the fire.My own hot mess crying. I’m so hungry! Eat!Continue reading “2 poems by Rhonda Melanson”
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How Do Rainbows Fall, exactly? A poem by Rhonda Melanson
How Do Rainbows Fall, exactly? (In Memory of the Afzaal Family in London, Ontario) When we contemplate the felling of rainbows how they balloon above boulevards collapse in tragic layers we fade to Kristellnacht by the traffic lights a cut scene where colorful victims bleed out thin bands of mayday from their broken window spiritsContinue reading “How Do Rainbows Fall, exactly? A poem by Rhonda Melanson”
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